[Comprehensive British and American] Superhero Manual

After returning to New York, Carl's life is still peaceful and stable.

Those short and thrilling days in Gotham seemed like a dream, becoming illusory and unreal.

Carl sometimes even has a little doubt, has he really met Batman?

However, these doubts quickly dissipated after he saw the bat dart that he had put away.

Carl still goes out in the image of "Nightwing" from time to time, but sometimes he is not limited to staying in the city near the border, but will go to some other places.

Time moves forward in such a steady pace. After experiencing Easter, Halloween and other festivals, Karl ushered in his No.17 Christmas.

The snow fell very early this year. On Christmas Day, the outside was already covered with snow. The thick snow was pressed on the bare tree trunks, and it fell from time to time, splashing small snowflakes.

Sometimes people who pass under the tree accidentally will "win the lottery" and get a big cold surprise.

The garden of Carl's house was covered with snow long ago. Despite Charles' warning, he still couldn't help but ran to play wildly.

In other words, it is precisely because he knows that his family members are worried that Karl can't help but indulge a little.

As a result, Carl caught a cold very sadly the next day.

He nestled in the bedroom for a whole morning, unable to believe that he would be overwhelmed by a small cold virus.

Isn't he a Kryptonian? How could he be successfully invaded by the earth's virus?

Except for the time when Karl was ten years old and had a fever due to the awakening of his abilities in a different world, Karl has never experienced such a feeling in the past six years.

Fever all over his body, his brain was dizzy, and his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. Karl lay uncomfortable on the bed, curled up into a small ball.

He retracted into the quilt, only half of his head was exposed, and his whole body was stuffy.

In fact, the point is not this, the point is that a good vacation has been ruined again, which is even more helpless than last year.

After all, it was an irresistible event at that time, but now it could have been avoided.

Ordinary cold medicine didn't work for Karl at all, and after trying it a few times, his condition got a little worse instead.

Those medicines were immediately thrown out of Carl's bedroom, and Charles and the others decided to research Carl's special physique to treat him.

It wasn't a short process, and Carl's body was getting weaker and weaker from this strange cold.

Of course, because of the difference of the Kryptonians, Karl's physique is still stronger than the average person.

Carl had to lie in bed most of the day, and his friends sent many gifts, flowers and fruit piled up on the bedside, and various sympathy cards.

Pietro likes to take those cards and read them to Carl one by one, sometimes telling some jokes to make him happy.

"It's so fragile, little Carl, why did you catch a cold." Saying this, Pietro's smile as usual was faintly worried. He reached out and rubbed Carl's head. After avoiding the depressed look, the smile became a little brighter.

Like a cat that has gotten its way.

"Don't take the opportunity to touch my head." Carl protested slightly, his voice still a little hoarse.

"When I get better, I will come back with revenge." Carl said vaguely, saying it was a threat, but it seemed a bit coquettish.

Sleepiness flooded in like a tide, and his eyelids involuntarily stuck together, leaving only a little bit of consciousness.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore." Pietro said amusedly, he stretched out his hand, and twisted the quilt for Carl, making sure that the other person was well wrapped, and then got up with confidence.

"Have a good rest and get well soon." Pietro whispered, carefully wiped Carl's forehead with a wet towel, and then left the room lightly.

Seeing this, the black cat that had been squatting on the table jumped off the table, curled up quietly, and curled up beside Karl's bed, slowly falling asleep with him.

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I don't know how long time passed, and when Karl woke up from the drowsy dream, it was already dark outside.

Is it evening?Carl thought vaguely.

His head was still hot, and his body was heavier than ever.

It was so uncomfortable.

Karl even felt a bit of inexplicable grievance, and his eyes immediately became sore.But he didn't know what he was wronging.

When Carl woke up, the black cat on the side came over. He gently rubbed Carl's skin and gave a soft "meow".

"...Black?" Feeling the soft touch from his hand, Carl blinked blankly, tilted his head to look at him, and said dryly, "You are here."

The black cat meowed a little worriedly. He patted Carl's face with his paw, and he couldn't help thinking that human beings are so fragile.

Karl didn't know what the black cat was thinking, he sat up with difficulty, and leaned his head gently against the wall behind the bed.

Blake took advantage of the opportunity and sat in Carl's arms, a heavy ball, which made Carl both helpless and funny.

Just as Carl reached for the water glass on the bedside table, the bedroom door was opened with a slight sound.

—It's Charles.

Blake seemed to be furious, and immediately jumped away.

Charles controlled the wheelchair to float over, picked up the water glass for Carl, and handed it to the latter.

"Are you feeling better?" Charles asked with concern. He gently placed the tube of faint blue reagent in his hand on the table, then reached out and touched Karl's forehead.

The temperature seems to have dropped a bit.thought Charles.

"I feel better." Carl smiled softly, full of attachment in his heart.

Maybe it was because of this rare illness. Looking at Charles, Carl couldn't help but recall the experience of several illnesses when he was young, and his tone was a little unconsciously soft.

"That's good." Charles said, his worried face relaxed a little, and then he picked up the tube of reagent and handed it to Carl.

"This is the potion that Hank and I made with the help of AI. It is specifically aimed at the physique of Kryptonians. It has been tested several times, and there is no problem." Charles explained: "Maybe it can cure your illness."

"Okay." Carl couldn't help but look forward to it, and quickly drank the potion.

The cool liquid slides down the throat, bringing a refreshing feeling.After Carl finished drinking, he still savored it for a few seconds.

When he handed the test tube to Charles, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole world was shaking.

Carl's outstretched hand trembled, and the test tube fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"What's the matter..." Carl saw Charles' mouth opening and closing, as if asking him what's the matter, but he couldn't hear anything.

Everything around seemed to be covered with a layer of veil and blurred. Carl's ears were filled with tinnitus, as if there was something unknown that distorted the space into a ball.

In just an instant, Karl fell from the warm blanket to the unfamiliar alley.

He leaned on the wall and stood up in a daze, looking around the strange surroundings.